Remember when I was telling you about “Blackie”, the diva cat?
Well, I have another story about Blackie….
about her self empowerment.
Now, Blackie is not a big cat. She probably weighed no more than ten pounds back then.
In the house where she was living there also lived a big black dog named Jake. I’m guessing he was probably 6 times the size of Blackie.
Yet when big Jake provoked her,
You might think that growing up on a farm and ranch as part of a large family would be delightful. Well, let me tell you… it wasn’t so for me, at least most of the time.
Don’t get me wrong. There were happy times….like going to the Ice Capades show and to Disneyland and to Colorado and Florida. At Halloween we wore decorated paper bags over our heads and trick or treated at our house…only at our house, nowhere else.
7 Years of Bad Luck
My childhood was riddled with pain….pain from my emotions as well as pain from bodily injuries caused by accidents….one per year during my first 7 years of school.
I remember writing a paper for school about my 7 years of bad luck. And the accidents didn’t stop when my childhood ended. They continued for many years after I was long gone from the farm and ranch.
Why was it that I had so many accidents while that wasn’t true for any of my 6 siblings?